Chapter 2
Evie
“Damn, I’m excited!” Caleb throws his suitcase right onto the pile of clothes I was packing, knocking half of them to the ground. He’s like a bull in a china shop, never paying attention to anything around him. “You know what they say, babe. What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” I pick up my clothes and stand. Is he trying to tell me he’s going to go sneak off and fuck some girl while I’m not looking?
“It means that maybe we’ll meet someone to join us.”
Here he goes again trying to push the threesome thing on me.
I’ve already told him I’m not doing it, but he keeps persisting.
As if the more he brings it up, the more likely I am to change my mind on the matter.
It’s the opposite. Every time he mentions it, the only thing I change my mind on is how I feel about him.
If I’m not enough for him, he’s welcome to go find someone who is.
I don’t even think I’d cry if we broke up.
Which is why it’s time to end things. But not until after this trip.
My father is going to have a date with him this weekend, and there’s no way I’m getting stuck as the third wheel.
“It’s never going to happen, Caleb.” Not with me at least.
“Just for one night?” He practically whines, grating on my final nerve. “It’s a bucket list thing for me, Evie. I have to be able to say I had a threesome in my life. And Vegas is the perfect place because we’ll never see that person again. We don’t even have to ask her her name.”
Gross. I can only imagine what kind of souvenir we’ll be coming home with. Instead of a shot glass, we’ll be bringing home an STD. I think there’s only one way to get him to stop.
“Fine. If we find a hot guy that I’m into, he can join us.” I turn back to my packing, biting back my laugh.
Three… two… one…
“Hell no! I’m not fucking gay.”
One thing about him being so simpleminded is that he’s predictable.
“Neither am I.” I place my bathing suit into my suitcase. I think it’s funny how the offer doesn’t extend both ways. If he’s not willing to do it, then why should I have to?
“You don’t have to touch her. You both can just focus on me.”
If he thinks that’s going to entice me into changing my mind, he’s wrong. I’ve never been one to share. Par for the course in being an only child. But when it comes to my boyfriends, I can’t do the open relationship thing. I’m a serial monogamist, and a threesome feels like cheating.
“That would be the same as if I brought a man to our bed. You guys could just focus on me.” Maybe then I’d actually have an orgasm. It’s been a while since Caleb has even tried.
And why are you still with him? Because my father hates him.
And if I broke up with him now, my father will have won.
Dad wants me to marry a well-bred suit whose nose stands higher in the air than his cock.
The men he has set me up with in the past have been so rude, and not to mention, utterly boring.
Caleb is actually sweet and funny and doesn’t care about how much money I have.
At least, he used to not care. Lately, he’s been making comments that have rubbed me the wrong way.
He’s been acting as if the only reason he’s with me is for my money.
“Never happening.” Caleb shakes his head, sounding pissed now. He can be pissed all he wants, but that anger goes both ways.
“Same. So, you can stop asking me, because the answer is and will always be no.”
He growls and stomps into the bathroom like a spoiled child who isn’t getting his way, and I’m tempted to call the whole trip off.
But my father is thinking about investing a hundred million dollars in this casino, and I want to know it’s all above board before he commits.
I want to make sure these people aren’t trying to take advantage of him like all the women in his life have.
“Are we going to have a good trip or not?” Caleb comes storming back into the room with his toiletry kit, slamming it into his suitcase.
I ignore his little outburst and keep packing my bag.
“I’m planning on having a great trip.” I’m going to enjoy the food and some quiet time reading by the pool, and hopefully, I’ll find myself a ghost tour to go on.
I bet Vegas is filled with all kinds of haunted places.
I’ll have to look into it during our flight.
“Do you know what place we’re staying at? Is it the Bellagio?”
“I didn’t ask. But we’ll find out when we get there.” Knowing dad and his expensive taste, I’m sure the place is magnificent. He wouldn’t be willing to invest in a shithole. “The car is picking us up in an hour, so we need to finish packing.”
Which reminds me, I need to send dad my flight information so he can send a driver for our arrival.
He wanted to have his private jet pick us up, but I prefer the noise of a crowded plane, and getting to eat my little bag of pretzels like everyone else instead of the caviar they serve on my father’s jet.
Sometimes I just want to feel normal. Besides, I have no interest in joining the mile high club with Caleb right now, and if we were flying private, he would be pushing for that too.
I’m sure it’s another item on his bucket list.